Trace's studying was getting exhausted. On one of the upper levels of the main hall, she had found a small, cushy bench and was full on laying on her back. Her hand was resting on her datapad and to most people it might look like she was napping, but in reality she was absorbing the data from her electronic device. Another weird thing about being Miraluka (so she'd been told), but ultimately, it meant she didn't have to do the whole "hold a datapad above your face and accidentally drop it on yourself" like so many people did.
The problem was she had nearly dozed off three times in the last thirty minutes, and ultimately decided she needed to get up and move or she was going to fade altogether.
She sat upright, turning her head slightly as she felt a familiar presence in the Force. She set the datapad down next to her and reached up to the sky, stretching out her arms and back like she'd just taken a long nap. She wished...
Maybe it's caf time, she thought to herself as sensed Ailis approaching.
How's it going? Fancy running into you here, she said, grabbing the datapad and slipping it back into her backpack.
The problem was she had nearly dozed off three times in the last thirty minutes, and ultimately decided she needed to get up and move or she was going to fade altogether.
She sat upright, turning her head slightly as she felt a familiar presence in the Force. She set the datapad down next to her and reached up to the sky, stretching out her arms and back like she'd just taken a long nap. She wished...
Maybe it's caf time, she thought to herself as sensed Ailis approaching.
How's it going? Fancy running into you here, she said, grabbing the datapad and slipping it back into her backpack.